The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

living room.

The poor grass carp made its last powerful thud on the tile, and with a "thud," it went still.

Su Yun glanced at his father's shocked face and scratched his head.

If someone were to say that this thing is a holographic projector bought from Taobao, they would probably get a double whammy of criticism.

"Ahem," Su Yun cleared his throat, deciding to tell the truth, since the commotion had been quite significant and it was impossible to hide it now, "Dad, to be precise, this isn't an auspicious omen, it's a skill effect. And... I did indeed set it off."

Su Jianguo's mouth was slightly open. Is there a difference?

Although he had been retired from the military for many years, he was still a worldly man, having dealt with all sorts of people on the border back in the day. But his son was just too outrageous! It's like you think you have a Chihuahua at home, and one day that dog suddenly opens its mouth and spews an atomic breath, leveling the building next door.

It was Su's mother, Li Shulan, who reacted faster. Being a history teacher, her focus was on a different topic from that of the old man who had served in the military. Curious, she crouched down and approached the fading totem pole.

"This doesn't seem to be plastic, nor is it light and shadow."

Li Shulan reached out and touched the surface of the totem pole. Her fingertips felt a warm, jade-like texture that was also subtly hot. Her expression gradually shifted from confusion to shock: "The patterns on it... this isn't some modern craft. It's bronze script? No, it's even older than bronze script. It's like the legendary bird-and-insect script, but this composition... is it 'The Candle Dragon Holding Fire'?"

She looked up at Su Yun: "Son, what profession have you awakened? Shaman? That doesn't make sense. Shamans don't have totems of this caliber."

Su Yun had to admire her mother's professional skills; she had actually figured it out at a glance.

"The profession is indeed shaman, but the talent has a slight mutation." Su Yun shrugged. "That was the talent skill 'Heavenly Candle Divine Illumination' just now. The range was a bit too large, probably... covering the entire territory of our country."

The entire territory.

The moment those two words were uttered, the living room fell silent once more.

Su Jianguo had just picked up the grass carp when he heard this, and his hand trembled, causing the fish to fall back into the water.

"How much...how much?!" Comrade Su's voice rose eight octaves.

"Nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers," Su Yun thoughtfully added a precise figure.

This time, Su Jianguo didn't go to collect the fish. He suddenly turned around, rushed to the window in a few steps, and pulled the curtains shut with a "whoosh".

Immediately afterwards, he ran to the door like a gust of wind, locked the security door from the inside, put on the chain, and even peered out through the peephole for a long time to make sure there was no unusual movement in the hallway.

After finishing all this, Su Jianguo returned to the living room, panting heavily. His face was frighteningly serious, and his usually cheerful eyes now revealed a chilling aura that only a veteran could possess.

"Son, tell your dad the truth."

"Those red lights from the news report about catching spies, were they all your doing?"

Su Yun nodded.

"How many were arrested?"

"I didn't count them precisely, but there must be at least several hundred. Anyway, they should have arrested all the ones in Longxia."

Su Jianguo gasped and plopped down on the sofa. He pulled out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, trying to light one, but his hand trembled so much he couldn't get it to light.

"Old Su, stop smoking!" Li Shulan snapped out of her daze. Her face was pale, but her eyes shone brightly. "This is a huge deal. My son's ability is a strategic deterrent on a national scale. That Zhulong is a mythical creation beast, not something an ordinary professional can compare to!"

Upon hearing this, Su Jianguo crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, his decisive military instincts kicking in.

He looked up and stared at Su Yun, saying, "Son, you can't control this ability yourself."

Su Yun was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Dad is too realistic. I thought you would say, 'My son has the potential to become an emperor.'"

"Don't be so unconvinced." Su Jianguo spoke rapidly. Years of experience as a reconnaissance soldier had ingrained a habit that made him clear-headed, especially in critical moments. "Nationwide reconnaissance, anti-stealth capabilities that ignore rank, and unpredictable real damage... In ancient times, this would have been a 'sky eye,' but in modern times, it's a sword hanging over the heads of all hostile forces!"

"Think about it, what would people outside do if they knew that this ability originated from a high school graduate?"

Su Yun remained silent for a moment. Of course he knew.

Assassination, kidnapping, infiltration... those countries would spare no expense to destroy this "human radar" that makes the borders of Longxia Kingdom impregnable.

"In our Longxia, there is only one place that can protect you." Su Jianguo stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, finally stopping in front of the old-fashioned TV cabinet with the character "福" (fortune) pasted on it.

He crouched down and rummaged through the bottom of the cabinet, pulling out a tin biscuit box. Inside were a pile of old items: military medals, old photos, expired ration coupons…

He pulled out a small red notebook from the bottom.

The notebook was old, the cover worn and frayed. Su Jianguo opened the notebook, his finger tracing over the faded black numbers, finally stopping at the only string of handwritten red numbers on the title page.

That was written by his old company commander on the day he was discharged from the army.

"This call goes directly to the National Security Emergency Center. Unless the sky is falling or you discover something that could cause a major upheaval, don't call. If you do, you're risking your life."

Su Jianguo took a deep breath, glanced back at Su Yun and his wife, and said firmly:

"We're just ordinary people; there are some things we can't handle. But we're Chinese, and we should bring good things home. Son, are you okay with me handing you over to the country?"

Looking into his father's incredibly resolute eyes, Su Yun's lips curled into a slight smile. This was what he admired about his father. Although he was usually frugal, haggling over every penny with the groceries vendor, when it came to matters of principle and life-or-death situations, the old man's awareness and judgment were absolutely top-notch.

"I'll listen to you." Su Yun smiled. "I also think that it's safest to stick with the country."

"good!"

Without further hesitation, Su Jianguo took out his phone and dialed the number marked in red.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone was answered after three rings.

There was no sound from the other end, only a slight electrical hum, indicating that this was a highly confidential line.

Su Jianguo straightened his back, as if he had returned to the moment twenty years ago when he stood under the liaison flag and took the oath.

"I am Su Jianguo, former squad leader of the third squad of the Falcon Reconnaissance Company of the Southwest Military Region. My ID number is 510..."

He spoke this string of numbers at a steady pace, with clear and distinct pronunciation.

The other side remained silent, seemingly conducting some kind of verification.

"I have top-level urgent intelligence to report." Su Jianguo glanced at his son standing beside him and said without hesitation, "The source of the purple aura and red light phenomena that appeared across the country today... is in my living room."

"My son, Su Yun, has awakened a special talent. He's the one who caught all those spies mentioned in the news."

After he finished speaking, the silence on the other end of the phone was suddenly broken.

"Splash—"

Su Yun had excellent hearing. Even through the microphone, he could clearly hear a loud crashing sound of tables and chairs colliding on the other end, as if someone had suddenly stood up and overturned a chair.

This was followed by a series of extremely chaotic and rapid footsteps, and someone shouting hoarsely, "Quick! Connect to Line 1! Locate the signal source immediately!"

Two seconds later, a voice that sounded somewhat old but was full of energy took over the call.

"I am Chen Weiguo, Director of the Special Operations Division of the National Security Bureau. Comrade Su Jianguo, please calm down and repeat what you just said!"

Su Jianguo repeated what he had just said.

The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became heavy, like a bellows being pulled.

"Comrade Su Jianguo! From now on, please keep the call connected! Do not hang up! Disconnect all internet connections at home! Draw the curtains and stay away from windows!"

"I have activated the highest level of emergency response plan, codenamed 'Candle Dragon.' Our special operations team is on a mission near your neighborhood and is now en route to your home at full speed!"

"Three minutes! No, two minutes!"

"In these two minutes, even if it's the King of Heaven himself, you are not allowed to open the door! If anyone tries to force their way in, you have the right to use all means to fight back! Even if you have to blow up the house, you must ensure Su Yun's safety! If anything happens, the state will cover for you!"

"Did you understand?!"

"Understood!" Su Jianguo shouted, his body instinctively standing at attention.

A series of commands came through the phone: "Air traffic control activated! Blockade the airspace west of Beijing! Have those two patrolling J-20s turn on their fire control radars! Anyone who dares to approach within one kilometer of that residential area, shoot them down!"

Su Yun stood to the side, her eyes twitching as she listened.

Goodness, isn't this a bit too much? The J-20 is here?

Su Jianguo hung up the phone, his forehead covered in sweat, but he was in a state of extreme excitement. He rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and then, thinking it wasn't enough, tucked a rolling pin into his belt, standing like a guardian deity at the door.

Su's mother was also busy. Although her hands were still shaking, she had already begun to organize the important documents and bankbooks in the house.

"Son, stay there and don't move." Su Jianguo turned around and glared at Su Yun, who was trying to go to the window to watch the commotion. "You're a national treasure now, more precious than a panda. You better behave yourself!"

Su Yun helplessly raised her hands: "Dad, actually I'm capable of protecting myself..."

"Nonsense! This is a matter of national importance, what do you know, you little brat!" Su Jianguo said, exasperated.

Just then, a deep rumble came from the far distance.

The sound started softly, like distant rumbling thunder, but quickly became deafening. Even the windows in the house trembled, and ripples spread across the water glasses on the coffee table.

That was the sonic boom produced when a supersonic fighter jet flew low overhead.

Immediately following was the deafening noise of a heavy helicopter rotor cutting through the air, seemingly hovering directly on the roof of their old tenement building.

Through the gap in the curtains, Su Yun could vaguely see several dark figures descending from the sky. Their swift rappelling movements clearly indicated they were top-tier special forces elites.

The sound of synchronized tactical footsteps echoed in the hallway.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A knock came at the door.

"Is Comrade Su Jianguo here? I am Lei Bao, the leader of the National Security Special Operations Group. I have been ordered to take over the defense."

A deep, powerful voice came from outside the door.

"Password: Great Wall." Su Jianguo shouted at the door, still holding the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Reply: Never fall!"

This is the code word we agreed on during the phone call earlier.

Once everything was confirmed to be correct, Su Jianguo finally relaxed.

He turned to look at Su Yun, a relieved smile on his face:

"Son, the country has come to pick you up."

The door lock turned.

The security door was gently pushed open.

At that moment, the narrow, dimly lit stairwell was filled with heavily armed, fully equipped special police officers in black. Their eyes were sharp as knives, but the instant they saw Su Yun, their gazes softened, even carrying an indescribable reverence.

The middle-aged, burly man at the head of the group strode forward, said nothing, stood at attention, and gave a standard military salute.

Behind him, dozens of special police officers stood at attention and saluted.

"Snapped!"

"Mr. Su Yun, the nation thanks you for your contributions." The middle-aged man's voice was loud and clear, revealing a tender side beneath his tough exterior.

As Su Yun watched this scene, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

This is probably what they call...

You've found your people, haven't you?